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When daily chores all are ended,
And playtime for the day is dismissed,
And the little ones gather 'round me
To say good-night prayers and be kissed,
Oh! the little white arms that encircle
My neck in a tender embrace:
Oh! the smiles that are halos of Heaven
Shed sunshine of joy on my face.'
When they're in their beds, I sit dreaming
Of my childhood, too lovely to last;
Of love that my heart well remembers
When it wakes to the pulse of the past
'Fore I noticed the mean things around me,
Unaware of sorrow and sin- -
Then, the glory of God was about me,
And the glory of gladness within.
Oh.' my heart goes back to my children
And my thoughts and feeling flow
As I think of the path, steep and stony,
Where the feet of my dear ones must go;
Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them,
Of the tempest of fate flowing wild
Oh.' there's nothing on earth half so' holy
As the innocent heart of a child.
There are idols of hearts and of household!
They are angels of God, in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes.
Oh! those innocent dear ones from Heaven,
They make me so humble and mild;
And I know now how Jesus can liken
The Kingdom of God to a child.
-- Unknown |
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